Family Anew [Closed, Polar]

Just as he'd been doing, Polar sat in the wastes of Yunzabit. It had almost become a home away from home while on Earth. And why not? It was a lot like Arcose. Likewise, he was relatively undisturbed, most of the time. Perhaps, as of late, he'd experienced unwanted guests, but that'd been much of his stay. He had to admit, though, that the lone cold was becoming a bit monotonous.

He also came to warm a bit to the people of this planet a bit. Maybe they weren't so bigoted. He could even describe some as kind. That was an alien attitude for Polar, who came to accept coldness as a being's inherent nature, but it was also pleasant if a little difficult to adjust to.

Still, he had to admit he was eager to return to the Empire, or whatever might remain. His encounter with Retsu struck in him some hope that his people may have survived and that was something.

That would wait, though. Polar was far too weary. He needed some rest. Using an old trick he learned from Hakuri, Polar sat down crosslegged and closed his eyes while sitting up. As he entered a trance-like state, he opened his mind up and felt a rush of ki rejuvenating him. It was a lot like sleep, though much more recuperative and allowed him to remain somewhat semi-conscious.

Not conscious enough, however, to hear the bleeping of his scouter as a being in the distance came rushing at over seven miles an hour...

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It wasn't the scouter that awoken Polar from his state of trance, but rather the strangely familiar pitter patter of footprints behind him. Though Polara seemed careless in his stepping, it would take someone of ninja-like observational skills to notice the small details. Polar had learned these skills during his youth.

Unfortunately, his youth had made him somewhat suspicious of attention, even if recent events had somewhat dulled that feeling. And however familiar the footprints might be, that wasn't Polar's focus. His focus was on the unwanted visitor coming from behind--in a frozen wasteland no less. That, to him, represented danger.

"You've made a grievous error," Polar said, standing up and turning around and training his pointed finger on Polara. "Now I suggest you state your intention before I--"

Polar paused as he caught sight of who the intruder was. His eyes widened and his mouth was agape. He said nothing, and his finger slowly fell. It couldn't be. It just seemed impossible. The sister he had left over a half-century ago, the one he loved more than anything, was standing before it. He could hardly believe it. It had to be a sick trick from his imagination, from some sort madness caused by the long time alone.

Yet it was real, from what Polar could perceive, and it took him a moment to process it. It was just as real as the snow below his feet and the wind brushing his face.

Polara Thermia was alive.

It took a moment for the Arcosian to compose himself. He wasn't about to break down and cry, of course. That just wasn't who he was. However, the shock was still there. He blinked a few times, them lowered his guard a bit and squinted his eyes.

"So it seems."

He didn't want to remember that day. He couldn't. It would be too much for him. But he did remember his sister. For a time, she was everything to him. When he left her, he never expected to see her again. He even suspected she had died at Arcose. Yet here she was, in the flesh.

She was still the sweet girl that Polar had left behind. It made Polar feel something he hadn't felt in a long time; a swear of joy, in knowing that even these hard times couldn't harden her like it did him.

Then she asked the difficult question. A question Polar had been asking himself since he'd gone away.

"We both knew Father's minions would never accept his...passing. They would hunt the culprit. If I had taken you, you would've been pinned as an accessory to the crime had I taken."

But that wasn't the full story. Polar had left for more reasons than just the surface. In truth, he wanted to find himself--a real purpose that went beyond being Chilleon's attack dog. Yet all he had found in his journey was loss.

Polar couldn't even look her directly in the eye. He felt guilt for leaving her behind. The truth was that, if he could, he would've taken her with him. But he knew that would be selfish. Life would've been easier for on Arcose. Or so he thought.

He paused for a while. The Arcosian had very little to say. There wasn't much he could say. 'Sorry I left you behind' seemed like a poor consolation at best.

"How did you get here?" he finally asked.